Bette Midler strikes a pose in the living area of her New York apartment; the home was remodeled by Frederick Fisher and Partners Architects, decorated with Fernando Santangelo, and landscaped by Sawyer|Berson. The fireplace tiles were handmade by Kim Dickey.

Bette Midler strikes a pose in the living area of her New York apartment; the home was remodeled by Frederick Fisher and Partners Architects, decorated with Fernando Santangelo, and landscaped by Sawyer|Berson. The fireplace tiles were handmade by Kim Dickey.

Bette Midler strikes a pose in the living area of her New York apartment; the home was remodeled by Frederick Fisher and Partners Architects, decorated with Fernando Santangelo, and landscaped by Sawyer|Berson. The fireplace tiles were handmade by Kim Dickey.

This article originally appeared in the June 2014 issue of Architectural Digest.

Bette Midler, the showbiz force of nature also known as the Divine Miss M, is spellbound by artisanal footnotes, those subtle details that are testaments to the human touch. Finely spaced stitches that secure a delicately ruffled lampshade to its metal skeleton. Fingerprints that bear witness to the intimate relationship between a potter and his clay. The poignant imperfections—smudges, saturations, overlaps—that occur when fabrics and wallpapers are stenciled or blocked one motif at a time.

"My mother was a great seamstress, really brilliant," Midler recalls on a spring afternoon at her Manhattan home, an airy Fifth Avenue penthouse overlooking Central Park’s sun-sparkled reservoir. "Because of her I’ve been crazy about textiles all my life. And my father painted houses for a living. I grew up around people who worked with their hands, so I love how you can see the care and affection that craftsmen pour into their creations." Her husband, Martin von Haselberg, an investor, performance artist, and collector, concurs, explaining that he is drawn to "really juicy paintings" with gutsy brushstrokes or rugged impastos, by somewhat-under-the-radar talents such as Roger Herman, Charles Karubian, and Hubert Schmalix. "We don’t have any big names," he adds, in a tone that’s anything but rueful. "We almost got a Francis Bacon but didn’t have the stomach to go all the way at the auction."

Engaging textures are one reason the triplex apartment—where the couple raised their actress daughter, Sophie von Haselberg—has the coziness of a well-loved country house. Another is its Edenic wraparound terraces, conceived by Brian Sawyer of the New York architecture, interiors, and landscape firm Sawyer|Berson. Shell-pink ‘Alchemist’ roses and aubergine clematises clamber up brick walls, and foxgloves sway above emerald hostas. No peonies, though they are Midler’s favorite: Their tendency to collapse in brisk winds makes them "the worst flowers to grow on a roof terrace," Sawyer says.

Glorious greenery has long been of the utmost importance to the Hawaii-born Midler, an ardent advocate for Mother Nature’s beneficial effects on mind and body. The New York Restoration Project (NYRP), which she founded, is a dynamic nonprofit whose volunteers revitalize forlorn parks and foster community gardens. (The NYRP has also planted, with the city’s Department of Parks and Recreation, some 834,000 trees, well on its way to the goal of one million by 2015, the group’s 20th anniversary.)

Ebonized vintage furnishings by the Austrian architect Josef Hoffmann sharpen the neutral-tone living area, which also includes a pendant light of his design.

"If you live in the kind of apartment that most people do, you’d want to go sit on a park bench too," Midler says, plainly impassioned. "I lived that way for years when I moved to New York." Now perhaps the lifelong go-getter could also work her magic on the city’s architecture? "People suffer from the lack of light in this town," the entertainer professes, warming to the idea. "There aren’t enough windows!"

That’s not the case at Midler and Von Haselberg’s penthouse, a mellow spot (it was once two apartments) that was remodeled by Los Angeles architect Frederick Fisher and furnished with decorator Fernando Santangelo. Sunlight streams over a chipper jumble of periods and styles, thoughtfully acquired yet casually deployed. "I don’t make a study of anything—if I fall in love with something, I want it. For me, working in many media, it’s hard to just do one thing," says Midler, whose latest triumph was a 2013 Broadway run as the notorious talent agent Sue Mengers in the play I’ll Eat You Last.

Entranced in the past by everything from Scandinavian Arts and Crafts to what she calls "the burbling exuberance" of Memphis postmodernism, Midler created a relaxed decor when her family relocated to Fifth Avenue from Tribeca in the late 1990s. The current scheme is a highly personal environment with a watercolor palette and a fresh-scrubbed, distinctly Mitteleuropa-tinged ambience she dubs "gemütlich."

On the main level, a floor-through containing the living and dining areas (the bedrooms are downstairs, while the library is the only room on the top floor), neoclassical Swedish painted chairs are just steps away from joyously flowered Art Deco carpets, one by Virginia Woolf’s artist sister Vanessa Bell. Lanterns crafted from what the singer describes as "crappy old kimonos" span a glazed alcove so large it is referred to as the sunroom. "We’re always right here, drinking coffee, reading the paper," says Midler, adding that watching terns and red-tailed hawks zip past is daily entertainment. "It’s their highway, their I-95."

Grounding the apartment’s lighthearted pastels are ebonized antiques from Vienna, a city Midler visited in the ’70s with her style mentor at the time, Alan Buchsbaum. (The architect, who died in 1987, also claimed Diane Keaton and Christie Brinkley as acolytes.) The spare silhouettes of her Wiener Werkstätte furnishings, Midler observes, are "cerebral but also romantic and homey, a little bit coffee-klatchish." Her tufted-taffeta bedroom, on the other hand, channels Art Moderne Paris, while Von Haselberg’s raffia-and-walnut suite across the hall is simple and sober.

"We call it the German psychiatrist’s office," his wife says in a comical stage whisper. Rigor, in fact, is something Midler dreams about. "I want to live like a monk," she insists. "You get to a certain age and really just want to get rid of things." When that happens, expect us to be first in line at the auction.

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